Magic Mike XXL has landed.
“What? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about Joe Manganiello.”
That’s the reaction we got from one of Mamamia’s staff members when she was asked a work-related question today.
Last night, six girls went to see Magic Mike XXL at the Sydney premiere. Six women exited the cinema.
Well, that’s what some of them are saying. Some of them feel they may never be the same again.
“I think it was my sexual awakening – at 27 years old!” Sarah told me. “Channing Tatum makes all other men seem insignificant when he is doing his thang.”
If you, like me, have never seen the original Magic Mike, Channing Tatum’s “thang” involves a lot of thrusting. Like, just so much thrusting. Thrusting on the ground, thrusting against women, thrusting while drilling a hole in a piece of wood, which for OH&S reasons, no one but Channing Tatum should ever attempt.
The sheer immensity of Magic Mike XXL‘s Sydney premiere gives some idea of the anticipation and excitement surrounding this film.
It was what was optimistically called an “arena spectacular” but what I’d just call a really fucking big screen.
There were 5000 women there (and possibly some men), and afterwards my ears rang with the lusty screams of 4,989 women and seven gay men, and the defeated sighs of four long-suffering boyfriends.
Several colleagues were among the screamers, and they were not disappointed.
In fact, upon the film’s conclusion, the two I was sitting next to were fanning themselves with their hands and gently panting. One confided that she may have possibly orgasmed several times during the film.
Here are some of their thoughts on
Channing Tatum’s Wang Magic Mike XXL.
Watch the trailer, below.
It was unapologetically pointless.